A New Insight
by Beta
Pairings: Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon
Category: Discipline, humour
Rating: G
Summary: Obi-Wan is being difficult in the morning, and his Master realises something new
Indicators: // for thoughts
"Good morning, Padawan," Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn greeted cheerfully as he
entered his student's room. Already fully dressed except for his lightsaber and
cloak, his hair still damp from a recent bath.
Jedi Apprentice Obi-Wan Kenobi moaned softly into the pillow he was embracing.
// How in the name of the Force could someone sound so animated at such an early
hour?// he mused to himself. // Perhaps if I don't move a muscle, he will give up and let me sleep in a little longer.//
Undisturbed by the lack of response from the seemingly form of the boy lying down on his stomach, pretending to be in a deep sleep, the Jedi Master
admonished in an amused voice. "Quit that Padawan, I know you're not sleeping."
He ruffled his student's hair affectionately as he walked by the bed heading
towards the window. He then opened the curtains letting the bright sunlight
penetrate the room. "Come on Obi-Wan. It's a beautiful day and we have only one
hour to prepare ourselves in order to attend Ambassador Chucka's conference."
When the gentle urging didn't elicit any reaction, Qui-Gon still in high spirits
slapped his ward's backside firmly to get his attention.
"Ow, MAS-TER!" gasped Obi-Wan in a shocked voice, rapidly turning over on to his back to protect his bottom from further abuse, shooting his teacher a reproving
look.
Qui-Gon chuckled, pointing his right index finger at the indignant boy, "Don't pout, young Padawan. You've deserved that slap. Now get up or we're going to be
late for the conference."
"Argh.... Master, do we really have to go?" asked Obi-Wan dramatically covering his eyes with both of his arms displaying his bad mood. // Sith, I had
completely forgotten about the darn conference. Think quickly, Kenobi, if you
want to be spared 3 hours of uttermost boredom.//
Sensing the upcoming resistance from his student Qui-Gon stated strictly, "Yes,
Padawan. We've already discussed the merits of this as a valuable learning experience for you to broaden your horizons about archaic society models. It's
an argument you won't win, so don't waste both of our time whining and get up
now."
"Can't you go alone? I think I would like to pass up the pleasure of such an unique experience," Obi-Wan retorted sarcastically.
Starting to feel a bit annoyed by his apprentice's rudeness, Qui-Gon met the baleful glare his pupil was shooting him. He spoke sharply, "Obi-Wan, you really
must do something about this bad morning humour of yours. Even my patience has
its limits. So drop the attitude boy. I will not tolerate any more discourtesy
from you."
"I don't want to go," Obi-Wan interrupted in a petulant voice crossing his arms over his chest, defiance written all over his features.
Eyes closed, Qui-Gon took a deep breath and released his anger through the force. // Calm down, Qui-Gon - keep in mind that he's only a boy of 13.// He then spoke in his usual serene manner and said, "It's your duty as my
apprentice to go wherever I go, even if you don't like or don't agree. This
conference will widen your insights about a subject that might come in handy in
the future. For this reason you are going with me." He finished in a tone that
normally wouldn't brook any arguments, which of course wasn't a deterrent to
someone as headstrong as Obi-Wan.
"But I am the only Padawan my age obliged to go. It's unfair," Obi-Wan protested
vehemently.
"So consider yourself privileged for this unique opportunity Padawan," rebuked Qui-Gon unyieldingly.
"What I know is that this conference is going to be dull AND STUPID," Obi-Wan growled a little louder than was proper his temper clearly showing.
"Obi-Wan, remember you're a Jedi and as such you must eventually do some things that aren't to your taste, but are important to your training. The Jedi's path
is not an easy one to walk." Qui-Gon explained holding his temper with
difficulty.
"But it doesn't have to be so unbearable," accused Obi-Wan.
"Enough, Padawan. You will accompany me to the conference and that's final. So please accept this decision and adjust your attitude, because I don't want to
spend the next couple of hours with a sullen and smart-mouthed boy," scolded
his Master.
"I don't want to go to this stupid conference!" his student shouted angrily, slipping out of control.
"Now listen to me Padawan, you have 10 minutes to get up and get dressed and to leave your room presentable as well," Qui-Gon ordered as he surveyed the piles
of datapads and games scattered on the floor. "I'm going to fix us some
breakfast and you'd better be ready by the time I've come back here," he said
turning towards the door, putting an end to the discussion.
"Ogre", Obi-Wan hissed silently through clenched teeth, making a disdainful face at the retreating back. But he choked in surprise when his teacher unexpectedly
turned around, his arms folded over his chest imitating his own angry posture.
Qui-Gon spoke sternly, "If you know what's good for you Padawan, you'll stop this childish tantrum right now. And if you want to save your butt a few smacks,
you'd better get moving." His only response was an angry glare and if such thing
was possible, a greater pout from the uncooperative figure sitting on the bed.
"You have been warned," Qui-Gon declared as he exited the room. // Stubborn boy, he will go to this conference even if I have to drag him there by his braid.
It's time he learns who is the Master and who is the Apprentice here.// he
thought to himself angrily.
"I'm not going. I'm not going. He can't make me." Obi-Wan stubbornly recited
this litany in his head, feeling his anger and frustration growing up inside him. He continued this mutinous mental talk for a few minutes, until suddenly he
had a flashback and remembered a similar argument with his Master nearly two
months ago.
Qui-Gon announced he had scheduled them to a conference on a day off, after an
extremely tedious diplomatic mission. He had been tired and extremely bored and
the only thing he had wanted to do was to visit the beautiful beaches of Luna VII, but his Master had insisted they attended the blasted conference. He had
thrown a tantrum that would have made a 6 year-old pale in envy and had yelled
his head off to his teacher. The result? A painful trip over his Master's knees
that had let his bottom stinging for the almost entire day.
He had then learned that crossing his Master's orders directly was not a wise course of action. That was the only time his venerable Master had lost his
legendary patience and had spanked him. Then the realisation that his Master
could do the same thing this time finally hit his brain, pulling him out of his
reverie. He glanced anxiously at the clock on the nightstand by the bed. At the
same moment, the door hissed open and his Master passed through it, a thunderous
expression on his face at finding out that his student was still in bed. // Oh-
oh! I have a bad feeling about this // Obi-Wan thought as he looked
apprehensively at his teacher.
Qui-Gon was furious when he returned to his apprentice's room and discovered that his orders had been totally ignored and that the boy was still in bed
sulking. "Well Padawan I see that you like to learn things the hard way."
Qui-Gon said menacingly as he grasped his student's left arm, pulling him firmly
over his lap as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
"No Master please, I was getting up. Wait!" Obi-Wan yelled worriedly as his teacher started to slide his sleeping pants down his knees, barring his
buttocks. "Not on the bare, Master!" he pleaded, desperately trying to cover his
bottom with his right hand which was grabbed and securely kept over his back.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Three successive smacks fell hard over the lowest and fleshiest part of his bottom, radiating an acute wave of heat and pain that
knocked his breath away for a moment. Then the blows continued to rain without a
pause all over his entire bottom, making him lose count of how many smacks he
was receiving. His attention was totally focused on the building pain in his
naked posterior. By the time his spanking had finished, Obi-Wan was howling
loudly, tears abundantly running down his cheeks and feeling that his flaming
buttocks had swelled twice their normal size. He was then gently pulled up to
sit on his Master's lap, wincing as his throbbed bottom connected with the hard
muscular thighs.
"Hush Padawan, it's over now." Qui-Gon whispered in a very soft voice, drawing slow circles over his Padawan's back in a soothing way. After a few moments Obi-
Wan jumped off his teacher's lap, blushing furiously as he hastily adjusted his
clothes.
"Oww! Master, it hurts dreadfully," whined the sobbing boy as he rubbed his buttocks and hopped from one foot to another trying to lessen the pain.
"Only you can change that, Obi-Wan," replied his teacher unsympathetically, observing the frantic dancing feet of his now repentant and well punished boy.
"I'm not going to be able to sit down anymore," his pupil whimpered, his lower lip trembling uncontrollably.
"Nonsense, my young Apprentice. Hopefully the sting is going to last for a little while so you'll think twice before disobeying me again and then it will
fade away completely," Qui-Gon reassured gently starting to feel faintly amused
at the exaggerating performance of his teenage student. // Don't be so surprised
Qui-Gon, for all Obi-Wan's bravery and courage, deep in his heart there is a
little boy that needs love and guidance. And sometimes a gentle albeit firm hand
applied to his backside when he goes astray. // The thought brought a small
smile to his lips which didn't go unnoticed by the boy in question.
"What? Are you laughing at me Master?" asked his student in disbelief, his hands
clutching his butt, teary eyes, pouting lips and wearing such a look of betrayal on his face that made Qui-Gon lose his composure completely. A loud laughter
escaping through his lips.
"I can't help myself, Padawan," replied Qui-Gon, his grinning becoming wider. He looked fondly at the outraged boy he loved so much, inviting him to come into
his big, open arms. "Come over here, Padawan and let's make peace between us."
"Don't want to," Obi-Wan stubbornly refused, his forehead wrinkled into a big frown.
Not a bit discouraged, Qui-Gon smiled sweetly at his sulking Padawan and gestured him to come into his embrace again. This time his arms were full with
the warm body of his protégé, who started to cry in earnest, buried into his
Master's chest. They stayed entwined like this for a long time until Obi-Wan
subsided to occasional hiccups.
Dislodging himself from Obi-Wan's arms, but keeping him at arm's length so that they could look straight at each other eyes, Qui-Gon inquired tenderly, "Are you
okay?" His apprentice nodded affirmatively and gave him back a small tentative
smile. Obi-Wan was rewarded by his teacher bending forward and dropping a kiss
on his forehead. Qui-Gon then hugged him close to his heart once more before
placing one large hand on each small shoulder.
"Now listen to me carefully Padawan," he spoke gravely. "You got yourself in trouble because you couldn't control your temper, behaving like an ill-mannered
brat and not accepting my position as your Master. Never forget that I have only
your best interests at heart. You must trust my judgement when I say that an
event could be beneficial to your education, as well as learning to obey me
immediately, even if you disagree with me. Because during a mission it could
save our lives."
"Yes Master, I'm sorry I behaved badly," his student sobbed contritely, ashamed of having disappointed his teacher.
"That's fine Obi-Wan, misbehaving is part of growing up. Just don't make it a common occurrence if you want to sit down comfortably during your
apprenticeship," Qui-Gon advised, winking at his pupil, lightening the mood.
Unconsciously rubbing his still hot bottom, Obi-Wan smiled mischievously at his teacher knowing he had been forgiven, "Well, then I have a perfect solution,
Master."
"Oh really Padawan?" the Jedi Master lifted his eyebrows up in teasing suggestion playing along.
"Yes my Master, I'll just have to ask the Jedi's tailor to make the seat of my pants heavily cushioned," Obi-Wan answered his Master in a burst of giggles.
"Brat, I love you too much for your own good," Qui-Gon said indulgently.
"I don't believe you're saying this, not after you've given me such a hard spanking Master," his apprentice heartily complained to soon dissolve into a big
smile as if keeping a resentful attitude towards his teacher was a lost battle.
"I only used my hand Padawan. It could have been worse," Qui-Gon defended himself, returning the smile.
"Thanks the Force for such small favours", his student laughed impishly. "If you haven't yet realised Master, your hand is almost as hard as a paddle."
"Young Padawan, it's amazing how you dare to talk to me like that when you are still sporting a fresh sore bottom. I'm almost tempted to demonstrate the
difference to you right now, " Qui-Gon threatened, feigning a stern facade for
his student's benefit.
Sobering a bit although grinning confident of being totally out of immediate danger, Obi-Wan ventured demurely: "Master, may I ask you a question?"
"By all means, Padawan", replied his Master, puzzled by this change of conduct.
"Do we still have to go to this conference? I really don't want to," Obi-Wan inquired hopefully.
Sighing loudly and rubbing between his eyes for a few seconds, Qui-Gon demanded
strictly, his patience sorely tested. "Obi-Wan, do you want to come back over my knees again?"
"Oh, no, Master. I was just kidding." His Padawan rapidly admitted. Grinning
unrepentantly at his Master's narrowed look, he added. "Well, It was worth a try!" he twisted barely in time to avoid a well-aimed slap to his buttocks.
"Padawan, you try the patience of a saint," groaned Qui-Gon Jinn, throwing his hands up in mock exasperation. "You'll still turn my hair grey".
"Don't worry Master, I promise to help you dye your hair because I don't want you to look any older than you really are," Obi-Wan teased.
"Brat!" Qui-Gon answered to that provocation by this time successfully swatting his cheeky student's backside, making him yelp in protest. "That's for your
impudence my Padawan. You now have only 5 minutes to be ready if eating
breakfast is part of your plans for today. And heed my words young Padawan, pay
attention to what the ambassador says because after lunch you are going to write
me an essay about the most important topics that were discussed."
"Argh, Master, that's not fair! I've been already punished!" complained his student, glaring resentfully at his now amused Master.
"Caught you," Qui-Gon sneered maliciously at the sullen boy. "If one day you want to get the better of me, my young apprentice, you'll need all the
information you could get. Now, hurry up. If we are late, I will go in search of
a paddle so I can enlighten you with a demonstration of both the instrument and
my hand on your bare bottom until you can tell the difference between them with
your eyes closed."
This latter threat had an immediate effect on his smart-mouthed student, who with huge eyes and startled expression ran out swiftly to the fresher. Shaking
his head slightly, the Jedi Master slowly made his way out of the room, ruefully
thinking that boys will always be boys and contemplating what could be
accomplished by a mere mention of a possible spanking. Perhaps incorporating
frequent smacks when raising young Padawans to Knighthood will turn out to be an
effective tool of training. He decided to talk to Master Yoda about this new
insight, although his former master will probably chastise him for taking too
long to learn his lesson. If he remembered correctly he had his fair share of
smacks from Master Yoda's glimmer stick during his own Padawan days.
THE END